Cool kid... yada yada ya... oppressed, ect

He loved his family, he truly did. But lately, his eyes had been looking further afield, and his paws were antsy. He wanted to explore, and learn, and grow. It was all too easy for the young boy to bury that feeling of love below this new, delightful thought. Freedom

“Daaaad” He said, a whine entering his voice. Rhyme sounded so certain, proclaiming that he would never be satisfied, and he was too fearful of something happening to his kids. What could happen? Nothing bad ever happened in Abaven (at least not in his short life).

The whine fell away and he stood straighter once more as his father took him up on the challenge. He didn’t know if he would be able to convince his father, but the idea of trying only excited him. Grinning widely, he wiggled his butt, and brushed his paws against the earth, digging them in.

His body language likely screamed exactly what he was going to do long before he pounced. But when he did so, he let out a battle cry, and lunged for his fathers neck.



senryū Cavaliere-Klein vs Rhyme for spar
Round 1/2
Age: 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Common raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Quill Whiskers - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Healer
Specialty: N/A